Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



“For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,
Their poison my spirit drinks;
The terrors of God are arrayed against me.

My soul is among lions;
I must lie among those who breathe forth fire,
Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows
And their tongue a sharp sword.

God brings him out of Egypt,
He is for him like the horns of the wild ox.
He will devour the nations who are his adversaries,
And will crush their bones in pieces,
And shatter them with his arrows.

I will heap misfortunes on them;
I will use My arrows on them.

I will make My arrows drunk with blood,
And My sword will devour flesh,
With the blood of the slain and the captives,
From the long-haired leaders of the enemy.’

For, behold, the wicked bend the bow,
They make ready their arrow upon the string
To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

For You will make them turn their back;
You will aim with Your bowstrings at their faces.


Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Let them flow away like water that runs off;
When he aims his arrows, let them be as headless shafts.


Sharp arrows of the warrior,
With the burning coals of the broom tree.

Flash forth lightning and scatter them;
Send out Your arrows and confuse them.

Like a club and a sword and a sharp arrow
Is a man who bears false witness against his neighbor.

He bent His bow And set me as a target for the arrow. He made the arrows of His quiver To enter into my inward parts.

When I send against them the deadly arrows of famine which were for the destruction of those whom I will send to destroy you, then I will also intensify the famine upon you and break the staff of bread.

Sun and moon stood in their places;
They went away at the light of Your arrows,
At the radiance of Your gleaming spear.


But turned back and acted treacherously like their fathers;
They turned aside like a treacherous bow.

I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.

But his bow remained firm,
And his arms were agile,
From the hands of the Mighty One of Jacob
(From there is the Shepherd, the Stone of Israel),

“His arrows surround me.
Without mercy He splits my kidneys open;
He pours out my gall on the ground.

‘My glory is ever new with me,
And my bow is renewed in my hand.’

He bent His bow
And set me as a target for the arrow.

On that day I will break the bow of Israel in the valley of Jezreel.”

Your bow was made bare,
The rods of chastisement were sworn. Selah.
You cleaved the earth with rivers.


Then Joshua tore his clothes and fell to the earth on his face before the ark of the Lord until the evening, both he and the elders of Israel; and they put dust on their heads.

Gird yourselves with sackcloth
And lament, O priests;
Wail, O ministers of the altar!
Come, spend the night in sackcloth
O ministers of my God,
For the grain offering and the drink offering
Are withheld from the house of your God.

So the princes of Israel and the king humbled themselves and said, “The Lord is righteous.”

I am the man who has seen affliction Because of the rod of His wrath. He has driven me and made me walk In darkness and not in light. Surely against me He has turned His hand Repeatedly all the day. read more.
He has caused my flesh and my skin to waste away, He has broken my bones. He has besieged and encompassed me with bitterness and hardship. In dark places He has made me dwell, Like those who have long been dead. He has walled me in so that I cannot go out; He has made my chain heavy. Even when I cry out and call for help, He shuts out my prayer. He has blocked my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked. He is to me like a bear lying in wait, Like a lion in secret places. He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate. He bent His bow And set me as a target for the arrow. He made the arrows of His quiver To enter into my inward parts. I have become a laughingstock to all my people, Their mocking song all the day. He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood. He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in the dust. My soul has been rejected from peace; I have forgotten happiness. So I say, "My strength has perished, And so has my hope from the LORD." Remember my affliction and my wandering, the wormwood and bitterness. Surely my soul remembers And is bowed down within me.

Then the people of Nineveh believed in God; and they called a fast and put on sackcloth from the greatest to the least of them. When the word reached the king of Nineveh, he arose from his throne, laid aside his robe from him, covered himself with sackcloth and sat on the ashes.